City Bumpkin Bash

Posted on February 19, 2010 by AHC McDonald

If anyone is in the Claremont area tomorrow night and sees ANY evidence of the impact of the City (excuse me while I vomit) Muster, please get a photo. Any rooting in the street. Any BMW burnouts. Any wet Prada contests. Any sincere but retarded bumpkins in the streets gawping at fancy city bathtubs. Anything.
Surprise surprise, creator of the worst song ever written in any genre “Hey True Blue”, John Williamson headlines. And also what a surprise Lee Kernigan and Kasey Chambers as also rans. Not Marilyn Chambers unfortunately, I think she ded. John The Bono Butler for Blues & Roots and Lee fucking Kernigan for a bumpkin bash. How imaginative. Here’s a shot which I assume is a rich farmer from Williams coming up for the bumpkathon. Unfortunately my phone pic is a little unclear, but it’s a Rolls Royce with a manky old roof rack. I assume only a farmer would put an old roof rack on their Roller. Probably for haybales or carting manure. WAtching, if you’re sniffing undies out Claremont way tomorrow…

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Show us your bargains

Posted on February 19, 2010 by AHC McDonald

Shazza saw this The Worst of Perth classic at the Salvos’ second hand store in Fremantle. Designed especially for The Blues and Roots Festival, this breakaway number can automatically flash your tits at John “The Bono” Butler or crew members of The Sea Shepherd without even lifting your arms!

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Be like Brad

Posted on February 18, 2010 by AHC McDonald

Watching saw this on his travels. It doesn’t mean be like Brad in providing cartons of foreign piss. It means be true to your nature. Don’t hate Tim Winton just because everyone else does. Deposit not your undies on street corners. Tag not thy Cocos. Ride not thy clutch. Laminate not your signage. And lift cartons of foreign piss in a safe yet insouciant manner. THAT’s what it means to be like Brad.

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Jesus is coming to rave on earth

Posted on February 18, 2010 by AHC McDonald

Orbea spotted this. Both the original and the altered messages are touching in their simplicity – and stupidity. They climbed the sign to write that? On both sides? Jesus is coming? What to Yokine? Some similarities with this where the brainless challenge the morons. If you climb a sign, make it worthwile, eg. Jesus is coming to defeat Jenny Satan. There, how hard would that have been? Otherwise, stick to Cocos fronds.

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Time’s winged Wintons

Posted on February 17, 2010 by AHC McDonald

G’day records the first example of The Worst of Perth’s favourite author doing something useful. Unfortunately self adhesive so no jokes on licking the backside. What’s wrong G’day, Colleen McCulloch sold out?

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Horned for his pleasure

Posted on February 17, 2010 by AHC McDonald

Harvey kindly kept The Worst of Perth in mind even when overseas. He saw this in Aukland New Zealand. Shades of THIS perhaps? Or as bad as THIS? Jeez, I don’t like the look of yours mate. Thanks Harvey. Lovely shot.

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Sucked off the planet

Posted on February 16, 2010 by AHC McDonald

It’s very hard to know what to make of this. The very spot where Tim Winton had been sucked out of his sandals, now sports a discarded pair of undies. Can there be another Stargate in Nedlands? Is Lindy Rosenwax the new portal to teh rapture? This is not the first incident of “blown” undies we’ve had, but perhaps more disturbing is that WAtching, who didn’t send in the original post, happened to trawl back through Nedlands looking for…what? What was he doing? Why was he there? What was he expecting? Did he hope to be sucked off too, to some distant shoe universe? Whoa. I’m having difficulty with this one.

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Stuffed, Burnt & Reported

Posted on February 16, 2010 by AHC McDonald

“Our passion are the true phoenixes; when the old one is burnt  out, a new one rises from its ashes.” Goethe.

And the same can be said for scooters. As Goethe also said, a grown man riding a scooter, is like an octopus with a mirror, both see a reflection, but neither can see how fucking stupid they look.

A lovely Willetton worst from David L. Vehicle reported alright –  as a bit player in a lame Willo stencil piece.

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Midland D’Art

Posted on February 15, 2010 by AHC McDonald

Is this a Midland art installation or just rage? I know there are some trolley freaks out there. From Ryan.

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Hop Like a Butterfly

Posted on February 15, 2010 by AHC McDonald

Last night I had a dream, When I got to Perth,
I had one hell of a rumble.
I had to beat the Bundy Bear first,
For claiming to be King of the bush.

For this fight, I’ve wrestled with platypus,
I’ve tussled with a dugong.
I can run through Tim Winton and not get wet.
When Boxing Kangaroo meets me,
He’ll pay his debt. Muhammad Ali.

I was sitting trolling through over 3000 photos trying to find my shot of the boxing kangaroo sign in Fremantle, when Shazza emailed me one.  I had been trying to find the pic after the fake news stories that our brave lads and lasses had been asked to take down their giant version at the winter olympics. I haven’t put the kanga up before, because it was designed by a relative, and have been trying to avoid featuring said relative, despite his work covering most hard and soft surfaces in Perth and most of the packaging of liquor in the state. Fortunately the relative’s work is of a very high standard, but what about the boxing kangaroo, which I think he tossed off in 2 minutes while sitting on the bog? As a national symbol it’s certainly much better than our shitty national flag. The winter olympians should have gone with this version which includes the tinny of swan. (Which I think he designed too.) This pub is also a worst in several ways. I remember it being a craphole infested with sour faced skimpys and sourer faced blokes. Worst one. Then it was to be totally renovated. Worst two. Then kiddies got inside and burnt it. Worst three.

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